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A Secondary Education
Thunderbird587
Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character(s), Astoria Greengrass/Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson, past Draco Malfoy/Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hogwarts Staff, Pansy Parkinson, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Kreacher (Harry Potter), Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Theodore Nott, Dudley Dursley, Astoria Greengrass, Teddy Lupin, Petunia Evans Dursley Additional Tags: Hogwarts, Professors, Angst, Fluff, Shameless Smut, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex, Past Infidelity, Minor Impotence Issues (resolved), M/F Sex Fantasy (brief), Casual Sex, Eventual Romance, Coming Out, Gay Harry Potter, Bisexual Draco Malfoy, Confident Harry, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Idiots in Love, Rimming, Terminal Illness (of a minor character), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Switching, Grief/Mourning, Happy Ending Series: Part 1 of ASE Universe
Summary:
Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along. As Draco reckons with his ex-wife's infidelity and questions about his own sexuality, he finds himself going to an openly gay Potter for guidance. As their friendship deepens, Draco realizes that there is quite a lot that Potter can teach him. And that he is surprisingly ready to learn.
Excerpt:
“Is that what you want, Draco?” Potter asked. “To be seduced?”
Draco snorted lightly, trying to find his voice to answer. Of course not.
“It’s all right if it is, you know. You have every right to want that.”
“I do, do I?” Draco managed, aware at how rough his voice was.
“Yes. And any man in his right mind should consider it a privilege, the opportunity to seduce you.”
Draco shook his head, his eyes never leaving Potter’s.
“Yes,” Potter said, his voice even softer now. He was only inches from Draco; they were breathing the same air. But Draco didn’t create any distance between them. He couldn’t get his feet to move. “If it were me, looking at you, I could see your hesitancy. I could see that you don’t know yet what another man’s touch could make you feel. So I would start slow, somewhere soft, like your neck.”
And a hand reached up, leisurely in its pace, but purposeful, and fingers brushed the delicate skin next to Draco’s pulse point. Draco realized he was trembling, actually trembling, but he didn’t back away. Potter’s thumb ran lightly along his jaw, and his breath hitched.
“And if you liked that,” Potter said, “then I would move closer, and I would touch you again.” Potter’s fingers were firmer on his skin now, flowing across his throat, letting it give way under the light pressure. Draco felt shivers begin at the back of his neck and dance down his spine before spreading outward, gamboling across every inch of his flesh in waves. He put a hand on Potter’s hip to steady himself.
“And now that you’ve put a hand on me, now that you’re touching me, I know I can tell you just how delicious you look, and how badly I want to taste you.”
Draco let out a surprised gasp, then closed his eyes. Potter wanted to taste him. The idea shouldn’t have been so heady, but it was. It was exactly what he wanted to hear.
He felt it as Potter dipped his head, his nose nudging at the collar of Draco’s shirt. Potter took a deep breath, as if inhaling him, and then his nose trailed upwards, along Draco’s neck, his breath tickling the skin. Draco released a shaky sigh.
Taste me. Please taste me.
It was the lightest brush of lips at first, followed by a small flick of the tongue, but still Draco had to bite back the moan that wanted to escape him. Potter’s soft lips pressed more firmly to him, trailing much like his nose had done, before landing just under his jaw and sucking gently. Draco’s hand tightened on Potter’s hip.
“You are delicious, Draco,” Potter said, the words half-whispers against his throat. “I want to know every inch of your perfect neck. I want to find…” His lips were playing along Draco’s skin again. “… and kiss… and suck…” He made the word sound obscene, the “s” a hiss and the “k” a click of his adam’s apple. “…all the places that will make you squirm. All the places that will make you melt for me.”
Potter’s mouth nipped at a spot at the back of Draco’s jaw, the spot right under his earlobe, and Draco groaned as if Potter had touched his cock. The sensation was that sweet, that sharp, that good. He pressed himself flush against Potter, feeling the lean solidness of his body and feeling (he gulped, then groaned again) the heat and hardness of their growing erections pressing into each other.
Potter started across Draco’s jaw, towards his chin, his mouth getting bolder now, as he kissed and nipped and sucked, all the way across, all the way to his mouth, where he lingered at the corner of Draco’s lips before skipping the mouth altogether and moving to the other side, making his way down the neck again, to new territory unexplored.
Draco’s lips tingled from the lack of touch, suddenly overcome with need, with the bereft feeling of being left unattended. Potter’s mouth on his throat was exquisite, but it wasn’t enough.
“Potter,” he gasped.
“Harry,” the other man corrected breathlessly. “Call me Harry.”
“Harry,” said Draco, and even that, the strange and forbidden nature of that name on his lips, sent his libido skyrocketing. “Kiss me.”
Potter pulled away to look at him, and Draco got the first glimpse of just how much this was affecting Potter too, how blown wide his pupils were, how red his lips. It spurred Draco on, crowding out any doubt that remained.
“Kiss me,” he repeated.
Potter smiled, and a hand cupped Draco’s jaw. His thumb brushed Draco’s bottom lip, pressing into it. “Yes,” he breathed, like this was what he had been waiting for. He closed the distance, meeting Draco’s lips with his.
Draco really did melt now. Because this was… perfect. This wasn’t all teeth and tongue. This was lips, pure and soft, full and delicious. And when the teeth did make an appearance, when Potter nipped at Draco’s bottom lip, it was just the right amount of pressure, the perfect balance to the silky, soft skin gliding along his own. And when Draco was ready, he dipped his tongue in, testing the waters, and Potter’s tongue came to meet him, and they rolled together, exploring, savoring, in no hurry at all.
This is how it should have been, he thought as his hand gripped Potter’s hair and held on. This is how it should have been all along. He had craved it without knowing it. But now he had it, and he didn’t want it to stop.
And that was when Potter pulled away with a gasp. He panted heavily a moment and Draco watched him, wondering what was going to happen, his brain a fog of lust and disbelief.
“That is how you deserve to be kissed,” Potter said, his voice rough. “That is what anyone lucky enough to be with you should give you. Do you understand?”
Draco blinked and found himself nodding.
“Don’t let anyone – not your ex-wife, not Rick the Prick, not anyone – tell you otherwise. If they even try, if they can’t see what they have right in front of them, then to hell with them, right?”
Draco was thrown by the forcefulness of Potter’s words as he tried to reconcile them with what had just happened.
“Right,” he said hoarsely.
“Good,” said Potter. His face softened again, a hand reaching up to brush his fingers along Draco’s thoroughly ravished lips. They sparked under the touch. “Don’t ever forget it.”
And then he pulled away, and turned, and made for the door. And was gone without another word.
Draco stood in his sitting room, his legs shaky under him, stroking his own lips, where he could almost still feel Potter’s fingers.
No, that little lesson was not one he was going to forget in a hurry.
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